novelraw Chapter 423: As Soon as the Navy Buys Warships, the King Wants to Build a Garden
Chapter 423: As Soon as the Navy Buys Warships, the King Wants to Build a Garden
"These Wish Power points are far from enough to mold a Divine Pantheon, but they are absolutely sufficient to shape one or two individual Transcendent Beings!"
Bai Yang looked at the high-quality Wish Power provided by these esteemed Legislators and felt a surge of joy.
His method was indeed correct!
In truth, obtaining Wish Power from the Dylan Continent was certainly a good thing. However, as his operations expanded, the various worlds had not yet managed to replenish his Wish Power expenditures. That was exactly why Alvin urged him to quickly open a new world to harvest more Wish Power.
This was an extremely urgent matter, and it was also the most critical task Bai Yang needed to accomplish right now.
Although the Wish Power from the Dylan Continent was of very high quality, the quantity was lacking, and it was impossible for him to truly keep fleecing the gods.
Shocking them once or twice was fine, but if done too often, those deities would naturally catch on that he was using them to farm Wish Power. Therefore, this operation required a steady, long-term approach; it could not be accomplished overnight.
Compared to the Wish Power previously gathered from Transcendent Beings, the quality from these deities was undoubtedly a notch higher!
It could even be said that with enough divine Wish Power, Bai Yang could use this high-quality energy to trade blows with entities wielding Powerful Divine Power.
After all, to put it bluntly, what grand spectacles had the deities of the Dylan Continent ever witnessed? They understood nothing. They did not know the true utility of divine Wish Power, much less how to harvest it.Although Bai Yang's own strength had not yet reached that tier, his horizons had far surpassed theirs. He was determined to completely claim this world!
However, a vision for the future still required focusing on reality. If he broke down this Wish Power directly, it would certainly solve his immediate crisis, but it would be a bit too much to waste natural resources.
Bai Yang did not want to do that. This divine Wish Power could be utilized for future world modifications and even the Ascension of a Divine Pantheon. Because of this, when he came to remodel Great Britain this time, he used absolutely zero Wish Power.
Nevertheless, having orchestrated Lies and schemes for so long, and having facilitated so many Divine Nature Ascensions in this world, he naturally gained a profound understanding of human nature.
Thus, he blocked communications between the two islands and forged the information transmitted from Ireland, intending to see what these so-called Legislators were truly made of!
Had it been in the past, Bai Yang would have assumed that this nation's High-level Officials and institutions were managed by a group of brilliant minds, wielding immense power.
But now, he understood with absolute clarity.
Those so-called brilliant minds were a complete sham. Some were even foolish beyond belief, nothing more than a bunch of idiots who only knew about Amassing Wealth.
Therefore, he employed methods suited for idiots to deceive them, only to find that the results were exceptionally good.
The hundreds of thousands of Wish Power points he just harvested were clear proof. Those Legislators completely believed his words, and that majestic wave of Wish Power was swindled right out of them by Bai Yang without him spending a single dime!
And now, this freely obtained resource could genuinely be used to forge the powerful Mythological Hero they believed in, the unavoidable man in Celtic Mythology, the son of the Dana Divine Family's Sun God, Cuchulainn!
Bai Yang did not even intend to modify Ireland. Instead, he decided to use this heroic figure to earn another batch of Wish Power!
"As for the location, it naturally has to be London! The spotlight on New York and Luo City is over. Let's stage the fall of London!"
Bai Yang clapped his hands together, not feeling the slightest bit of remorse.
The Englishman's severe lack of morality and virtue would eventually have to pay a Price!
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London, Big Ben.
It was once again time for the Royal Family's street parade, an event deeply cherished by some but despised by many more.
Prince William thoroughly enjoyed it. By all logic, after his old man passed away, it would be his turn to take the throne.
His grandmother had lived so long, forcing his father to serve as the Crown Prince for sixty years. There was no way he would have to wait that long, right? Therefore, he was actively preparing to become the King.
Even if he could not become the face of the entire Commonwealth like his grandmother, he at least needed to become the face of this nation, right?
Thus, William became highly enthusiastic about making street appearances, displaying an attitude of "rejoicing with the people." "What does 'rejoicing with the people' have to do with me? Why did I have to come up here with you? Just to show off your brotherly affection?" Beside William, Prince Harry felt a wave of profound gloom!
He was naturally depressed. As merely the third or even fourth in line to the throne, his Red Hair practically guaranteed that he would have no connection to the crown in his lifetime. He completely dreaded coming out!
Rather than parading down the streets of London, he much preferred galloping across the grasslands of Scotland or Wales. Out there, he wouldn't be stared at with peculiar gazes, and life was much more pleasant.
He sometimes even wondered if the Celtic People's Bloodline within him was simply too potent. Otherwise, his Red Hair combined with his desire to ride wild and free was remarkably similar to the King Arthur of the past.
Unfortunately, he could not do that now. He could only sit in the carriage, watching his Elder Brother's falsely enthusiastic gaze while looking at the messages sent by his uncle, Prince Edward.
"Harry! Look quickly! In Ireland! There is information about Transcendence!" Prince Edward's messages poured in relentlessly, sparking Harry's Curiosity. He tapped open the video his uncle sent.
Then, he witnessed the current state of Ireland and laid eyes on that profoundly famous Mythological Hero, Cuchulainn!
This was truly Great Britain for you; there were absolutely no secrets. "Internal circulation" simply meant it was already in the papers yesterday, and "Classified" meant it would hit the papers today.
Information that was supposedly considered Top Secret within the parliament was already being passed around everywhere. It was truly rather amusing.
Harry immediately grew excited. "Uncle, are you saying... I finally have a chance now?"
"Yes, you have a tremendous opportunity! Because in this country, you will be the only King possessing both Royal Family lineage and a Celtic Bloodline! As long as negotiations begin, you are the absolute best choice!"
Prince Edward was naturally thrilled as well. The person he had chosen finally had an opportunity, which meant his own contributions would be equally massive!
Moreover, the significance of the Royal Family making contact with Transcendence was completely different on this land!
The most crucial figure in all this, of course, was the legendary King Arthur.
The Sword in the Stone, the Lady of the Lake, the Knights of the Round Table... The tales of this King were the truly unique stories known to absolutely everyone in this nation. She was also the grand Mythological Hero in the hearts of the Irish People.
And this figure originated directly from Mythology. If Cuchulainn existed, didn't that mean King Arthur existed as well?
Could he inherit King Arthur's power and rebuild that unique, Transcendent Celtic domain?
Harry thought about a great many things. In fact, he had harbored these thoughts ever since those incidents occurred in the Nordic region. His brother William knew about it too, and frequently mocked him to his face, telling him to give up on that pipe dream.
None of them believed that Celtic Mythology was real. They thought it was all fake, merely myths from a small island. How could it possibly be a product of reality?
Thinking of this, Harry raised his head and looked at Prince William in front of him, a flash of mockery crossing his face. "My dear Elder Brother, you aren't aware, are you? Celtic Mythology once had the power to clash with the Romans; they just eventually fell at the hands of Christianity..."
"It might not be able to defeat Christ, but it can certainly go toe-to-toe with Greece!"
Harry had naturally prepared a great deal for this, so he did not appear the least bit flustered now. Instead, he was genuinely full of Curiosity about what kind of expression his old father was wearing right now.
"Your Majesty, why is it that as soon as the Navy wants to buy warships, Buckingham Palace suddenly needs repairs?"
Prince Edward's words were like a sharp knife, piercing straight through King Charles's Emperor's New Clothes facade, causing the conflict between the two men to violently erupt!
"Edward, did you come here just to make a mockery of me?" Charles spat. He had merely used his Rights to build himself a garden—at most, it was just palace maintenance. Wasn't he doing this for the good of the entire Royal Family?
For the sake of the court's reputation, his old mother had slashed the budget over and over again, reducing their various incomes time after time. But was any of that money put to practical use? No, it had long been swindled away by those Legislators under all sorts of clever pretexts!
So he might as well spend it himself! They had lived in this dilapidated palace for so long; couldn't they enjoy themselves a little?
"No!" Edward's voice rang out. "I know what you are trying to do! But I know even better that you will not succeed! Our Royal Family has been suppressed for hundreds of years. From the time of that traitor Cromwell until now, we have never once succeeded!"
"My Elder Brother, we need to change our mindset and approach. We need new power to shatter the old Order of this country!"
Right at that moment, a distinctive voice echoed in Edward's earpiece. "Your Royal Highness! The figure of the Celtic People has appeared on the River Thames!"
He smiled. "Elder Brother, the new power... it has arrived!"